Chapter 1547 I Have to Finish the Competition with Tears in My Eyes

Latest website: "Jiang Cheng is actually dead?"

Everyone in the third and fourth legions was also confused.

"If he dies, doesn't that mean Tianle Army has no coach again?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the crowd burst into loud cheers.

"Hahaha, you deserve it!"

"Who made him so arrogant? This is what he should have ended up with!"

"Without him as the coach, Tianle Army has returned to normal."

"That's right, we don't need that kind of coach!"

There was no other way. The last time Brother Cheng took action against the Fourth Legion, these two legions now only had hatred and anger towards him, so naturally they had no good impressions.

"This is absolutely great news."

They didn't feel sad at all after their comrades died in battle. Instead, they were all in high spirits.

"And Ling Hou and others are also dead!"

"Seven stubborn diseases of the Tianle Army have also been eliminated."

"I found that Coach Jiang did some good things. At least he was buried with those seven people."

"Hahaha, just for this reason, we should remember him."

"But, that bet..."

"Needless to say, they are all dead, so we obviously win!"

"From now on, the Sirius flag belongs to us, and we are the Sirius Legion!"

"As for the dog-headed Eighth Army, they should have all been wiped out. It's an advantage for them..."

"Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that their good equipment was also buried with them."

It was a pity that they could not humiliate Jiang Cheng and the Eighth Army in person.

Just a little unsatisfied.

Xiang Li also couldn't hide the joy on his face.

For him, Jiang Cheng's death, Ling Hou's death, winning the bet, and the three happy events were his.

"Somebody come!"

"Sirius flag please!"

The two big flags, one wolf and one dog, have been floating in the open space in front of the fortress since the day of the agreement.

"From today onwards, when other Tianle Army legions see our Sirius Legion, they must bow their heads to show respect..."

"What Sirius Legion?"

A playful and lazy voice came from far away in the sky.

"who?"

Everyone looked up and saw who it was if it wasn't Jiang Cheng?

Behind him were Song Yan, Meng Chun, Chi Ling and the more than 6,000 people from the Eighth Legion.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the five, six, and seven legions below were straightened.

Are they still alive?

impossible!

At that time, the Zhuo Demon obviously counterattacked, and Ling Hou and others died so simply.

How could the Eighth Legion remain intact?

And how could Jiang Cheng still be alive?

"you are still alive?"

Xiang Li's face darkened.

In addition to being disappointed, he was a little annoyed that the two commanders were talking nonsense.

At this time, Jiang Cheng also flew down.

The January period is coming soon, and of course he has to come back.

"Yeah, it's so annoying that I can't die even if I want to."

This is actually true.

But to other people's ears, it was full of irony.

"Humph, it's good to come back alive!"

Meng Lin, who hated Jiang Cheng the most, smiled coldly.

"This way I can hand over the dog-headed flag to you with my own hands!"

"I hope that you, the so-called coach, will not end up being a loser."

There was a burst of laughter from the Eighth Legion behind Jiang Cheng.

However, this brother pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet.

"You don't even know our record, so you just announced that you won. Isn't this a little too confident?"

Meng Lin's chin raised slightly.

He said calmly: "Do I need to ask about your record?"

The commanders of the Fourth Legion behind him couldn't wait to laugh. After all, this was the scene they had been looking forward to for a long time.

"By the way, does your Eighth Legion have any record?"

"Can you take it?"

"If I were you, I would be embarrassed to come back!"

"awesome."

Brother Cheng smiled and clapped.

"It seems that you have gained quite a lot this time."

Xiang Li said calmly: "It's okay, barely enough."

He also knows how to show off.

It was obvious that the third and fourth legions had overachieved this time and achieved an unprecedented record, but it was an understatement.

Jiang Cheng was really interested.

"So how many turbid demons did you kill this time?"

Xiang Li didn't bother to answer personally.

He glanced directly at the witness Yin Ping on the side.

"Just let him tell you."

Yin Ping, the manager of the Shuai Mansion, glanced at Coach Jiang with a wry smile, "You made this bet yourself, so you can't blame me."

"In this month, the third and fourth legions killed a total of 230 first-order turbid demons."

"42 second-order turbid demons!"

"Two heads of the third-order turbid demon!"

Every time he spoke, the heads of the soldiers of the two legions at the rear would be raised higher and their chests would be straightened out.

In the end, it was all about looking at people through their nostrils.

They have enough reason to be proud of having achieved a record in one month that only took hundreds of thousands of years to achieve.

After Yin Ping's words fell, they were waiting for the shocked reactions of other surrounding legions, and for the Eighth Legion to wail.

However, what surprised them was that the reactions of the four surrounding legions were all calm.

Are you embarrassed to brag about this record?

The Eighth Legion was speechless.

At that time, the three legions of the Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Legions had seen with their own eyes the scene of the demons falling from the sky like dumplings.

I have long doubted my life.

It is really hard to be shocked by the "ordinary achievements" of Xiang Li and others.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng was still supportive.

"It's rare!"

This guy clapped again.

"Is this the result of all your efforts?"

Xiang Li continued to show off.

"It's just average. It can barely be said to have achieved some of the levels of our two legions."

Jiang Cheng nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, if this kind of normal performance is performed at full strength, then your two legions will be a bit stretched."

Xiang Li narrowed his eyes, why didn't this sound like a compliment?

Meng Lin on the side couldn't wait any longer.

"enough!"

"We've come to this point, and you're still pretending to be bluffing?"

He pointed suddenly at the Eighth Legion.

"Hurry up and report your pitiful record!"

Jiang Cheng sighed sympathetically.

"There's no need to make any harsh comparisons. There are more than you anyway, so just declare that we win."

"Are you kidding me?"

Meng Lin's saliva almost flew out.

"Do you think we are fools? Want to fool that bet in such a ridiculous way?"

The commanders and captains of the third and fourth legions behind also started shouting.

"You want to win even if you lose?"

"I was so arrogant and arrogant at the beginning, but now I have to finish the gamble with tears in my eyes."

"Even if you haven't killed any of the turbid demons, you still have to give an explanation!"

"The time is coming to see which legion is the real waste!"

"Everyone is waiting to see the flag-presenting ceremony of the Dog-Headed Legion, hahaha..."

They did not notice the constipated expression on the face of Supreme Song Yan standing next to the Eighth Legion.

"Okay, we did lose."